Wednesday, February 10, 2010
One task I have left before I leave is to sell my old minivan. I became the official owner of the van in 2006, but it has been in my family since its creation in 1996, so we have a long history together. Oh minivan, even though you are missing a hubcap, your heat smells like gasoline, and you occasionally stall on right turns, I'm going to miss the fun times we had together. Like the road trips we took where all we had to listen to was Billy Joel's Storm Front and my mom's cassette tapes. Or the time the guillotine-like action of the sliding door almost killed my friend Kevin as he puked out the door on his 21st birthday. Or the ten thousand times passengers told me your clock was wrong and I patiently (okay, impatiently) explained that it doesn't continue to keep time when the engine isn't running. Sure, you don't have a cool reputation, but when it came to driving half my soccer team to a game, you were the perfect vehicle. Your book value is $750, but I know you're worth a lot more that that!